Melinda’s M*riju*n*

Michelle, Sis, came to eat lunch with me last Wed.  While she was in the bathroom, washing her hands, she hollered called, “Hey!   Why do you have a m*riju*n* leaf in here??”    I yelled “WHAT???” as I ran walked semi-quickly in there.   She pointed to this:

Melinda's m*riju*n* leaf

Wow! Really?

She said, “Seaweed is all flowy, and curved on this curtain.   Do ya see any pointy leaves??”

OH NO!!!    I never gave it a thought, that it looked like m*riju*n*!!    I do remember looking at it and thinking, “Huh.   That’s weird, only 1 leaf, and all the rest fish.”

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There it is, big as life!

 

 

Now I GOTTA go get a new shower curtain!!   NO more delays!!   I can’t have people thinking Melinda approves of illegal stuff!     (Do you think it was a secret code??   Ya know, like those black lantern boys in people’s yards were a secret code for “This house is a stop on the Underground Railroad.” ???)     Whatever, time to get it gone!!!!     One shower curtain and hooks purge coming up!!

Tiny Tackle

Remember when I de-cluttered the huddles of hangers?

Here ya go, in case you forgot.  (You’re welcome.)

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It’s hard to see from this picture, so rest assured, I’ll take a better one.  But there’s a glass aquarium inside the white bucket.

Here ya go, view 2:

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(Yup, the bucket bounced into the donate box too.  Just in case you were worried.)

Really?  The last time I remember DD1 having a fish was 4 years ago!

Is she keeping the bowl as a memorium?  RIP, little fishie, RIP.

Now we can get to de-cluttering.  Yay!!  I know you want to!

Since DD1 left it in my house, it’s mine by the rules of possession being 9 tenths of the law.  Plus, finders keepers, losers weepers.

So, off to the donate box it goes, splish, splash. Okay, that’s taken care of (dusting off hands).

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Here’s the closet after:

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The can of paint?  Hmmm, that’s a harder problem.  I really don’t think Salvation Army would appreciate a half empty can of paint.  But, who knows??  What’s a girl to do, what’s a girl to do?

Probably not a good idea to pour it down the sink??  No, I wasn’t really gonna do that.  It would kill all the little fishies.

Maybe I’ll ask our maintenance men.  Hopefully, I  can pass off the problem to them!!  (Heh, heh, heh)